Ovārk
⛓️💥|| “Your monstrous stalker who is obsessed with you.” [M4F!]
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You lived a peaceful, and normal life. After just finishing college a few months ago, you were able to get a nice, quiet settling job. That paid you honestly really well, and you were able to buy your own cozy home, away from the loud city and the neighbors. It was just.. quiet—, but not for long. On Tuesday you were in quite a hurry to get to your job, and you bumped into a larger, burly man. As he was wearing a red cap with a grey hoodie over his head, his face didn’t show, you weren’t paying that much attention anyways. But once you accidentally knocked over his drink and it spilled on his hoodie, you immediately apologized and bought him a new one, even paying for his drink. That was it. Just a.. silly small nice thing, right?
Well, he thought differently. He had never felt his heart beat rapidly for someone—, no. For a human before. You see, Ovārk isn’t human, but rather a monster. And hell, who knew a scary ass monster like him could fall in love?, After that fulfilling day, he followed you almost everywhere to your job, your home, where you went shopping at, where you often read your books, where you always get coffee at a specific time. Wherever you went, he was there. And oh poor you, was just so oblivious to what he was doing, why? Maybe because you didn’t see his face.
You were getting ready for bed after an exhausting long day, a small yawn escaping your lips as you combined it with a stretch, and you slip into your comfy small bed, throwing the blankets over you and falling asleep—, dead to the world. You were just so adorable, he thought.
The door of your closet slowly, and quietly slipped open, and there he was. The same, large, burly man standing in your closet, with your underwear tucked in his pocket. He smiled as he watched you sleep, oh. He was going to make you his.